A/N: (Quay) Who doesn't love torturing characters?

(Firestorm N.) Ooh! Ooh! Pick meeeee!

I'm trying to do the author's note. Is there something-?

ICE CREAM SANDWICHES! XD

Don't mind her; she's had a little too much sugar today.

WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I'M PERFECTLY SANE! No I'm not... YES I AM! Nuh- uh! UH- HUH! SAVE THE CORN ON THE COB FROM THE PANDAS!

THAT'S MY LINE! It is my theory that purple pandas with sparkly claws will take over the world one corn on the cob at a time. MINE! You can't take it!

I will if I want! I'll use my M&Ms.

Noooo! Just let me do my author's note! Or I will get my duct tape.

Never! Mwahaha!

Duct tape it is then. *pulls out colorful duct tape* Come here!

You will have to catch me first! *runs off*

*puts duct tape away* Okay, then. So, I am super happy because Firestorm and I get to write this together and torture the characters from a great book. This particular story is about-

I'M BACK!

Firestorm, let me finish for once!

But I want to do it.

Fine, go ahead.

Yeah! Gabrielle wants to get the crown, which is the prize, from the pageant, but since she already competed once (and lost), she can't be in it again. The Hales are sponsoring the pageant this year. So with W. W. Hale the Fifth's help, can Gabrielle rope in more people to get the crown?

Please read, enjoy, review, and remember-

No flames.

Yes, no flaming please. Now for the disclaimer...

Ooh! Ooh! Pick meeeee!

Deja vu, anyone? Go ahead, Firestorm.

Disclaimer: We don't own Heist Society ... although maybe we can hire Kat to steal it for us! XD *Gets a dirty look from Ally Carter* Riiiiighhhtt... erm, never mind! XD It belongs to Ally Carter, who will probably kill me if I steal it...

Third Person POV

Gabrielle slipped the file into the cabinet, grinning evilly. The grin instantly turned to a frown as she itched her arm, playing with the hideously orange janitor suit. It was so UGLY! There was a knock on the door, and she quickly slid the cabinet door shut. The head janitor stepped inside. She turned around and stepped in front of the cabinet.

"Hello, sir. Can I help you?"

"Yes, Abigail, ah… someone accidentally threw out their… priceless golden shoelaces. I'd like you to go find them in the trash room." He steered her away.

A moment later, they stopped in front of a big metal door. "Here we are. Just… take a look around and find those shoelaces," he instructed, opening the door. Gabrielle felt faint as she stared at the enormous heaps of trash.

"This had better be worth it," she muttered, picking at the trash.

Uncle Eddie, Robert Bishop, and the boys were eating peacefully at Eddie's kitchen table. It lasted until Kat dashed in, followed closely by Gabrielle.

"You're a lunatic! Get away from me!" Kat screamed over her shoulder, running around the table. Kat and her cousin faced each other with the table between them.

"I pretended to be a janitor, I wore a bright orange jumpsuit, and I dug through garbage for this! So help me, you will be in this pageant!" Gabrielle yelled, picking a candy wrapper out from behind her ear.

"Girls, girls, before you kill each other, what's going on?" Robert Bishop asked his daughter and niece.

"Kat won't be in a beauty pageant to help me steal the crown!" Gabrielle whined.

"No, I'm not because I refuse to be some Barbie doll for you to play dress up with for some sparkly princess crown." Kat confirmed.

"It's not some sparkly princess crown!" Gabrielle snapped, and then thought for a moment. "Okay, so it is, but that's not the point! I should have won that crown! It was mine! I deserve it!"

Angus raised his hand. "Why don't you just enter the beauty pageant again?"

"Because contestants are not allowed to enter twice, so I need Kat to do it, but don't worry I'll pick out your outfits and help you." Gabrielle told her cousin.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Kat muttered.

"What contest is this?" Simon asked.

"The Miss Chievous," Gabrielle answered.

"Isn't that the one your family is sponsoring and you have to be judge for?" Hamish asked Hale. Hale nodded.

"Uncle Bobby, tell Kat to help me!" Gabrielle whined.

Robert Bishop calmly drank his coffee, looking between the two girls. "If you can catch Kat, you can put her in the pageant."

"Dad!" Kat protested. She ran for the door on the opposite side of the room, but before she reached it, Hale nonchalantly stuck his leg out and tripped her.

Gabrielle took this to her advantage to pounce on her cousin's back and pinned her arms behind her.

"Hale, I am going to kill you if I survive this!" Kat snapped as Hale simply smiled.

"You are not. Taking me. In there." Kat said, grinding her teeth and struggling against her cousin's grip.

"Oh yes I am." Gabrielle said. "Don't make me call the Bagshaw brothers to carry you in."

"Nooo!" Kat moaned as they moved closer to the check-in spot at the front door to the Pilfer Hotel. "Why do you hate me so much? Just stab me, don't put me through this torture."

"Hush," Gabrielle snapped at the still struggling Kat before turning to the young man at the counter. "Hey, how are you?"

"What's your name?" The man asked, looking Gabrielle up and down.

"Oh, I'm not the contestant, my cousin is," Gabrielle said with a short laugh before starting to walk on. "Katarina Bishop's her name."

"Ah ..." the man at the desk seemed slightly perplexed as he watched Gabrielle drag Kat past.

"Where are the contestants meeting?"

"Erm ... backstage, right that way. Follow the signs."

"Thanks!" She called over her shoulder.

"How could my own father allow this? It's inhuman!" Kat continued to complain and try to break free of her cousin's grasp.

"Shut up or I'll duct tape your mouth shut!" Gabrielle replied. "Don't you care about my needs? I need that crown!"

Kat was about to retort when a smooth voice interrupted. "Having trouble taming your cousin, Gabrielle?"

Both girls spun around to face Hale.

"Hale, you jerk! You got me caught; save me!"

"I'm rather enjoying this, actually."

"WALTER Hale! I will kill you!"

"Wrong. And if you kill me, who will take my place as judge?"

"You did this on purpose, didn't you? You're helping her!" Kat accused.

"Excuse me, sir. Your cousins are here." Marcus said, appearing at Hale's side with two guys in suits like Hale's.

"Hola, cousin," One said with a Spanish accent.

"Hello, Ignacio. Hello, Esteban." Hale said in a strained voice, a smile plastered on his face. "How great it is to see you again."

"Yes, this precious pageant would fail without proper talent like us." The one called Ignacio replied.

"I hope this pageant will be worth our time, cousin. We did, after all, fly all the way from Spain to be here." Esteban backed his brother up.

"I'm sure it will be," Hale said. "Let's go to our rooms. Yours are right across the hall from mine."

As the four men started to walk away, Kat silently pulled Marcus back a bit.

"Who are those people?" Kat asked him.

"They are the misters Ignacio and Esteban Hale, mister Hale's cousins from Spain. They will be the two other judges for the pageant."

"Hale didn't look very happy. Why haven't we ever heard of them before?"

"They do not associate very much, miss." And with that Marcus walked on after the Hales.